TREAT OF THE MONTH!
March 2007
Ruffy Road O's
(Buy 2 dozen and get a free bag of mini treats)
In honor of Saint Patrick's Day, O'So Delicious and O'So good and a bonus too!
Check it out http://www.honeybark.com
March 2007
Ruffy Road O's
(Buy 2 dozen and get a free bag of mini treats)
In honor of Saint Patrick's Day, O'So Delicious and O'So good and a bonus too!
Check it out http://www.honeybark.com
Where have you gone?
My father has betrayed me. He stole my baking partner, my Kitchenaid mixer. He said it was only for a short time. He needed it to make his special meatballs. "It'll be right back," he said. He lied. It's really not very nice at all. Unfortunately, I cannot say ANYTHING to him because A. He gave me that mixer, and #2. It's his mixer to start out with and he technically loaned me the mixer and C. I love my dad, and I'm glad he has a hobby, cooking, which he does every once in a while, and OH yeah, his special meatballs are really, really good. Oh, but I digress. I'm mad at him because he gave me his industrial Kitchenaid, which is an "industrial mixer" that he had used when he had our store, long long ago. So this old jobby is an antique. It's still functional but it makes a really funky happy kind of humming when it mixes, unlike the newer one. This one definitely has a style of it's own but I like the WHITE one (now I'm getting whiney so I'll stop...).
This goes back to a long playful animosity I have for my father. Is that an oxymoron? My dad and I both like to cook. I think I acquired that gene from him. My mother, not so much a cook at all. She is more along the concept of "...and EVERYTHING tastes better if you didn't have to cook it!" So my father and I scold each other for stealing equipment from each other. "Where did the wisk go!" or "Did anyone see the BIG BOWL?!" We both know that it's either in one kitchen or the other so it's really just a matter of asking the other person but it's become a formal announcement of "inconsiderate behavior," to the rest of the household. Which consists of my mother, and Katie. Katie doesn't care but she pretends to listen to my father, he's the alpha and also a terrible spoiler of Katie as well.
Let's talk about loyalty now...
I have come to realize that being the O.P. (original purchaser) of Katie, I still have absolutely no allegiance from her except the fact that I also have the title of being the official T.M. (Treat Maker) or G.G (Goodie Giver) to her. My father is the A.D. (Alpha Dog) as well as P.F.G.G. (People Food Goodie Giver), which of course takes all precidence over the mere G.G., which is me. I hate saying it but, "What-ever..."
Bakery Hand
My father has betrayed me. He stole my baking partner, my Kitchenaid mixer. He said it was only for a short time. He needed it to make his special meatballs. "It'll be right back," he said. He lied. It's really not very nice at all. Unfortunately, I cannot say ANYTHING to him because A. He gave me that mixer, and #2. It's his mixer to start out with and he technically loaned me the mixer and C. I love my dad, and I'm glad he has a hobby, cooking, which he does every once in a while, and OH yeah, his special meatballs are really, really good. Oh, but I digress. I'm mad at him because he gave me his industrial Kitchenaid, which is an "industrial mixer" that he had used when he had our store, long long ago. So this old jobby is an antique. It's still functional but it makes a really funky happy kind of humming when it mixes, unlike the newer one. This one definitely has a style of it's own but I like the WHITE one (now I'm getting whiney so I'll stop...).
This goes back to a long playful animosity I have for my father. Is that an oxymoron? My dad and I both like to cook. I think I acquired that gene from him. My mother, not so much a cook at all. She is more along the concept of "...and EVERYTHING tastes better if you didn't have to cook it!" So my father and I scold each other for stealing equipment from each other. "Where did the wisk go!" or "Did anyone see the BIG BOWL?!" We both know that it's either in one kitchen or the other so it's really just a matter of asking the other person but it's become a formal announcement of "inconsiderate behavior," to the rest of the household. Which consists of my mother, and Katie. Katie doesn't care but she pretends to listen to my father, he's the alpha and also a terrible spoiler of Katie as well.
Let's talk about loyalty now...
I have come to realize that being the O.P. (original purchaser) of Katie, I still have absolutely no allegiance from her except the fact that I also have the title of being the official T.M. (Treat Maker) or G.G (Goodie Giver) to her. My father is the A.D. (Alpha Dog) as well as P.F.G.G. (People Food Goodie Giver), which of course takes all precidence over the mere G.G., which is me. I hate saying it but, "What-ever..."
Bakery Hand
I've got to do something about my hand. As you may not already know, each and every one of The Honeybark Bakery treats are rolled and hand cut by me. My beloved Kitchenaid mixer and I made a lot of treats today, three huge batches and then it happened again. My hand looks like it has been pummeled by a mallet or run over by a car. Yeah, it's bad. It is sore too. It's only my right hand. The left is fine. But that does me no good because I can't really do much with my left hand. I've tried to cut treats with my left hand but it takes longer, less coordinated, I don't know why. So my father wants to invent some device to help avoid "bakery hand" and increase my productivity. He has yet to produce this incredible device but I know it's on his "To Do" list that is a zillion miles long, like mine.
Bite me
Check this out. In Bangalore, the people are suffering from a serious crisis of dog bites. Apparently, they have a special dog catching team specifically to address this problem. Stray dogs are biting people and they don't have the rabies vaccine to give although they do have tetanus vaccines. According to Dr. Devaki, a member of the expert dog catching team, "We have overcome the crisis period now and the number of complaints have come down from 600 a day to 60 a day." Yowch...
Here's the article if you want to see it:
http://www.hindu.com/2007/03/10/stories/2007031024050500.htm
The Ultimate Poop Scoop?
England says that they are nowhere near the dog fanatics that Americans are however, they are quite fastidious in their ability to clean up after their pooches. Having a device called the ultimate poop scoop, the K92 (Get it? K9=dog and #2=poop, cute catchy name), among other things available at this event makes them really look like they are catching up with us. The testimonials page is something you should check out. It's really amazing how happy dog owners get when a device like this comes out. Truly, the only disgusting thing about having a dog is the poop. It's a natural bodily function but still...it's poop and really, nobody likes to deal with, nor think about it for very long. If anyone knows what a Dogue de Bordeaux is, you would definitely understand that comment about how that owner would be "lost" in poop without the ultimate pooper scooper. But wait, why will Lock Keepers, Bank Staff and Customer Service Operatives find this especially useful? That part needs some explaining to me.
Just take a look. It's hysterical.
http://www.thek92.com/testimonials.php
Here's the article about the event at Crufts:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/frontpage/story/0,,2030784,00.html#article_continue
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